Streamer, Stop Drawing! There's Really No Room Left in the Livestream

Su Chen transmigrated to a parallel world. After failing the art school entrance exam, he started livestreaming his drawings.

"Streamer, my son was born in the Year of the Rabbit this year. I'll send you a membership card. Could you draw me a little rabbit?"

Ten minutes later, Su Chen's livestream exploded.

"With skills like that, you dare call yourself someone who failed the art school entrance exam?"

"The president of Huaqing Academy of Fine Arts is crying in the bathroom! The president of Great Northern Academy of Fine Arts is crying in the bathroom!"

"Guys, this is bad! Tang Bohu's coffin lid can't hold him down anymore!"

"Qi Baishi's shrimp and Xu Beihong's horses don't compare to the little rabbit Master Su drew!"

"Hey! That rabbit looks so lifelike. Master Su really brought it to life!"

"More than lifelike, it's actually alive! WTF, the rabbit just jumped out of the painting!"

"My son was born in the Year of the Tiger last year. I'll send a hundred membership cards. Master Su, please draw me a tiger."

"My son will be born in the Year of the Dragon next year. I'll send ten thousand membership cards. Master Su, please draw me a dragon."

"I work in semiconductors, and my son is a lithography machine. Master Su, please draw me a 0.1-nanometer lithography machine."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.